A little flash of fiction in the pan…

In the spirit of my recent flash comp I thought I'd post another little flash of my own in the whole 'twisted fairy tale' genre.

Written in response to one of Chuck Wendig's awesome flash prompt comps, it didn't win but I still like it and, one of these days, I'll flesh it out and show the world behind the vignette:

 

Powder.

'Skin white as snowdrops. Crow-black hair. Blood-red lips.' She recites the litany as she brushes. Stroke after stroke the words fill her, bitter as poison.

She piles...